Patience. It's all about learning patience.
Living in Mexico has taught this anal-Anglo that everything does not have to happen this instant. If you are willing to wait a damn minute you may have what you desire, or something close to it, or something even better.
Another valuable lesson I'm learning is that Mexicans as a generalization do not judge people on their looks, but more on their hearts. Somehow the folks I have met are so much better at looking into your soul and deciding if they want to be friendly with you or not.
3 comments:
Molly,
That is gorgeous writing. I love what you said.
Is that a photo of Handsome??? He looks a lot like my first appaloosa. I got her when she was a 4-year old. He does indeed look very handsome to me. I'll bet he had a big heart.
Kimberly
You can see into his soul, can't you. I still cry, I miss him so much. His barn name was Buck. When I moved him into a stall from the field I started calling him, Prince, the horse formally known as Buck. And then I called out, "Hi Handsome!" when I drove up and he nickered. Almost everyone started calling him Handsome then, with a smile. He was loved by all.
I'll post more pictures of him when I'm strong enough to do it without too much drama :)
thanks. GBU
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